Spotted Eagle Mountain This old new sensation

The boy returns. He could have run, he chose not to.

“What is it you want, Rabbit?” To the young wolf he asks with a tilt of head and a delivery silken.

“Food? Another hare?” He will hunt one now. He will give its entirety to the hungry boy.
Unless, that is not what he wants at all. Unless it is for a greater cause he wishes for enlightenment.

“Or purpose? Choose, Rabbit.”

He rises and walks, out from the shadow of the mountain and the patch of treed land, out into the stretch of valley.

He’s grown tired of waiting.

If he’s trailed by a rabbit, or only his own shadow, alone that is for the young wolf to choose.